#hell yeah babey

These guys got the WORLD'S BIGGEST reference images for Art Fight this year!!! Can you tell I've done nothing but think of them for a year and a half.

OOOH LORD THIS ONE IS HOT

OK OK NSFW OBV

ITS A BIT LONG BUT THANK YOU

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The sun peeking through the curtains of the cabin is what woke you. As you come into the land of the living you can feel Jason pressed against you from behind with his arms wrapped around your waist. You’re so comfy that you don’t want to move, but your bladder is demanding attention.

You gently peel Jason’s sleeping arms from around you, pausing when he grunts. When you find that he stays asleep you continue with your mission and move to sit up.

The soreness hits you then, a deep satisfying ache at the meeting of your thighs. You swing your legs around and place your feet on the floor, gritting your teeth with the motion. The pain has lessened a bit now that you‘re moving, but its still there.

You sigh and push yourself to stand up, but the ache increases and your legs buckle. You fall back onto your butt on the bed with a gasp, and Jason shoots up suddenly with the sound. He’s looking around wildly as if trying to find the source of danger. He looks at you with concern, reaching out to check if you’re ok.

You laugh at the situation. Jason is not a small man, both in stature and… uh, size. You were honestly surprised you could even take him last night, but after quite a bit of foreplay you were able to do it.

With it being your and Jason’s first time together, you didn’t want to worry him last night by letting him know the stretch of his cock made you sore. It’s not that you didn’t have fun, in fact it was the best sex you had ever had. It would just take a bit of practice to get to where you needed to be.

”Sorry for waking you up big guy. I’m just a bit sore after last night.”

He looks at you in confusion for a moment, not quite understanding what you mean. Then it hits him, and he looks like pride and guilt are warring in his eyes.

Then he ultimately looks sad at the idea of hurting you, even unintentionally. You turn gingerly and cup his scarred and warped face with one hand.

”Hey, it’s not your fault! My body’s just not used to yours yet. We’ll just need to practice. A lot.”

You smirk at him and he finally puffs his bare chest out in pride. Then, in one fluid movement he’s grabbing you in a princess hold and standing up from the bed.

You let out a surprised sound before snuggling down into his arms. He stops before your piles of clothes from last night on the floor and manages to grab them with one hand, donning his signature mask as well before heading out the door.